"You are exquisite and devine," he said, in the lowest of whispers. I'll never forget that compliment, and the way it so eloquantly slipped from his lips. It wasn't your typical compliment. A whistle from a passing car as you're strolling down the sidewalk- it wasn't one of those. It wasn't a drunken internet-found pick-up line spewed haphazardly across the bar. No, it wasn't that. It was a poetically thought, Shakespeare inspired compliment. And it landed so softly in my memory. He's long gone now. I never knew his name. He saw me one day as I drifted through some old antique shops. Spilled those hopeless words before my open-toe heels. And left a permanent mark of chivalry in my heart.
